![]() ![]() Down the tear tracks to the blood on my bottom lip. The question bubbled up from the depths of me. “She was sacrificed for her beauty, tied to a rock by the sea.” I imagined her, a red-haired goddess with a heart of steel chained to a rock. His hands were in his pockets and his gaze was on the sky. “Andromeda was boasted to be one of the most beautiful goddesses.” He moved closer, so close his jacket brushed my bare arm. A cold wind touched my cheeks, and I inhaled slowly. ![]() “Do you know her story?” he asked, his voice close behind me. The stars weren’t often easy to see, hidden behind smog and the glow of city lights, but sometimes, on a lucky night like tonight, pollution cleared and they became visible. “Andromeda is the dim, fuzzy star to the right. ![]() Humans would find a way to pluck them from the sky. Stars swam together and sparkled like diamonds. With no fight in me, I complied and tilted my head. “Look up.” It was an order, carrying a harsh edge. I couldn’t keep a strangled gasp from escaping. ![]() His attitude brought a small rush of annoyance in, but it was suddenly swayed as my lungs contracted and wouldn’t release. “An autumn constellation, forty-four light-years away.” His steps were smooth and indifferent, but his voice was dry, as though he found my panic attack positively boring. ![]()
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